Sanctuary Sunshine House Sonnets

by Bliss Carman

Illustrations by Whitman Bailey




Now when the time of fruit and grain is come,
When apples hang above the garden wall,
And from the tangle by the roadside stream
A scent of wild grapes fill the racy air,
Comes Autumn with her sun-burnt caravan,
Like a long gypsy train with trappings gay
And tattered colors of the Orient,
Moving slow-footed through the dreamy hills.
The woods of Wilton, at her coming, wear
Tints of Bokhara and of Samarcand;
The maples glow with their Pompeian red,
The hickories of burnt Etruscan gold;
And while the crickets fife along her march,
Behind her banners burn the crimson sun.